Hey, back again, this chapter will be in Charlie's POV and will most likely be longer than Stella's POV. Enjoy, read, and review.

Charlie POV

I was waiting outside her hospital room's door for God knows how long. Though, it gave me time to think about and process what had happened to Stella. I also had to think about the age thing. I like her, a lot, and I would hate to let that come between us. Somehow, I have the feeling that I was the first one she told, too. The rest of the band hasn't mentioned it. Finally, the doctor came out and told me that Stella was ready to see me. I got up off the floor and entered the white, lifeless room. Once she saw me, she smiled. I smiled back, even though I was looking at her pale face in a hospital gown and bed. I hated seeing her in this state. It tore me apart.

"How long have I been here?" she asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Only a couple hours this time, sweetie," her mother answered. She released a sigh.

I went over and sat in the chair next to the bed. Dr. Callwell, Stella's doctor, was telling her what had happened, brain-wise. "Your emotions took over and overwhelmed your brain to the point of shutdown," I saw in my peripheral vision that Stella's mom covered her mouth. I took Stella's hand into mine. It felt nice.

"Stella, what emotions were you feeling at my house?" I asked, releasing her hand.

"I was happy, excited really. I was having a great time and making fun of you, and then I fell off the bed and blacked out. I even heard you call the ambulance and my mom," She said.

"Well, that is the definition of the phrase 'black out'," Her mom said, sounding very smart-assy. Stella whipped her head toward her and glared for that remark.

"That explains it though. Why exactly were you happy though?" The doctor asked.

"I was hanging out with my best friend and having fun laughing with him," I mentally scoffed.

"More like at me. You made fun of my dancing," I fake pouted.

She patted the top of my head lightly and said, "You deserved it," She looked at the adults in the room and said, "He really is a terrible dancer," All of us laughed.

"Anyway, it was just an overload. I suggest that you keep your activities to a minimum over the next couple months," What I had heard out of that sentence was that she shouldn't have any fun whatsoever. From the look Stella gave me, she heard the same thing.

"Does that mean she has to skip school?" Her mom asked Dr. Callwell.

"Maybe, every once in a while," He answered," Mrs. Yamada, can you please come to my office to talk about some minor details of her injuries?" She agreed and they left Stella and I in the room together, alone.

"So, I'm going to have to skip," she said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Yeah, just promise me that you will remember to text me when you have to. Yesterday and the day before were torture, not knowing where you were in the world," My voice cracked because I was at the verge of crying, but I held the tears back. She grabbed my hand, which was resting on the side of the bed.

"I promise, Charlie, and I kinda want to know the ideas you were having while I was gone," She looked at me and batted her eyes. "Please, Charlie," I gave in.

"Okay, fine, but don't laugh at them," They were ridiculous.

"Can't guarantee anything,"

I chuckled and said, "Shark-attack, plane crash, car crash, kidney failure, and, um," I did NOT want to say the last one. The chances of that happening were one in a million.

"What? What is the last one, Charles?"

I flinched at the name and said, questioning it, "Cannibalistic serial killer?"

She started laughing really hard and found the need to tell me why she thought those reasons were unrealistic. "Okay, so a shark-attack in Albuquerque, New Mexico?" That was exactly what I thought. I looked at my knees and nodded hopelessly. She continued, "A plane crash and a car crash are reasonable things, sort of," I smiled sheepishly, looking up at her. "Kidney failure? Is that even possible at my age?"

She brought up the age thing again, but I was slowly starting to get used to it. "It might be." I said.

"And lastly, cannibalistic serial killer, how many of those are actually in the United States, let alone New Mexico?"

"Okay, okay, I was at a last resort, I didn't know what else to expect, you had seemed perfectly healthy," Which was true, she was almost literally bouncing off walls around school. The only day she wasn't that hyper was the day that I started dating Jennifer. That got me thinking though, when I was dating a new girl, she got upset. I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but at that moment, I knew. Stella Fay Yamada liked someone, and that someone was me, Charlie Arthur Delgado.

She looked at me and said, "I was, I felt like it at least. I would have never known what was happening if I hadn't passed out. I'm always happy when I go to school and band practice, but maybe, it's just the fact that I'm around my friends all the time," She squeezed my hand a little bit. "Although, it could just be Olivia's positive energy radiating off of her," She teased me and I stuck my tongue out at her.

"Nope, I think it's my presence in your life," I said in the same teasing tone.

"I don't think so, I'm pretty sure it's Olivia. There is no other option in my mind," Every time we voiced a retort, we moved closer to each other.

"Well, I think it's the fact that you like me," I closed the small, but painful gap between us. The kiss was blissful; it filled the hole in my heart that had been growing larger by the day since Stella moved here.

When we parted, we stared at each other until her mom and the doctor came back in. When the door opened, we sprung apart and almost succeeded in acting natural.

"Good news, Stella, you can leave today, after I take a couple more tests, and give you a prescription medication. It will stabilize your emotions, so that I hopefully won't have to see you except when you are here for check-ups," A prescription? What would that do to her brain?

Apparently, she thought the exact same thing, because she asked, "What would the side-effects for the medication be?"

"Well, possibly, short-term memory loss, fever is common, over-happiness, weight gain or loss, and dizziness. If you write, it might give you writer's block," He recited. Oh my God, Stella might not be able to write songs anymore for the band. Dr. Callwell must have understood our concern because he clarified. "These are possible, but some people have not had any side effects whatsoever," I felt the tension in the room drop after he spoke. I prayed that Stella would be one of the people who don't have any.

After an hour of talking about what she could do to stay healthy and Dr. Callwell taking the tests, she was free to go. I stuck by her side the whole way to the car. And I was almost literally stuck to her, I was clinging to her hand. In the car, I was in the back seat, I left my car at my house (A/N: Sorry I said it was at Stella's house in the last chapter, my storylines and POV's get mixed up all the time.) I saw that Stella had her phone out, so I decided to have some fun, I texted her.

Me: Hey…

Stella: You do realize you are in the back seat of the car, right?

Me: Yeah, but I figured this would be funner than talking to you out loud

Stella: True can I ask you something?

Me: Sure, wateva

Stella: That kiss, does it mean we're a couple?

Me: Idk, probably not, jk jk, yes, I would like to

Stella: Don't scare me like that, Jesus

Me: We're here

By we're here; I meant we were in her driveway. Stella and I got out of the car and turned to look at each other.

"So, I'll see you at school tomorrow?" I asked, hoping and praying that I would.

"Hopefully," She gave me a hug goodbye and whispered in my ear, "My parents can't know yet," I hated hiding from parents, but if it would keep us together, I'll go with it.

I walked the two blocks to my house and went to my drum kit. I hoped that the beats would calm me down enough to think clearly.

I was right! This chapter is eight words longer than Stella's POV. Haha. Oh, and thank you to anonymous reviewer that gave me his/her idea for the next chapter. I am going to use it. It will be up in the next week sometime.